The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 233: Scarf 4_1

Just like on last New Year’s Eve, when I traveled countless miles to be with her, she had instead built a large snowman that uncannily resembled Huang Xiaojue and was crying in a corner.

There was no reply from him, and Yan Xixi didn’t pay him any mind either. Her thoughts were entirely focused on quickly finishing the scarf.

There was a knock on the door. Wan Donglin said in a deep voice, "Come in."

His assistant entered, holding a thick stack of photos.

"Third Master, here’s what you requested."

He took them and began looking through them, one by one.

"It’s confirmed; Yan Xixi and Huang Xiaojue have set their wedding date. The Huang family’s parents have already informed some relatives and friends. The exact date is said to be April 27th of next year. Today, Huang Xiaojue’s father even asked an acquaintance to help book a hotel, and Huang Xiaojue’s house is also undergoing expedited renovations... This morning, Huang Xiaojue even drove to her residential complex to pick her up for work. Their relationship is very close..."

Wan Donglin just flipped through the photos. All of them were scenes of the two together: returning home, strolling, eating, laughing and playing... He noticed one slightly blurry photo. It was taken during a traffic jam where a long line of cars stretched ahead. However, the two inside their car weren’t the least bit impatient. Huang Xiaojue’s face was even wreathed in smiles, as if being stuck in traffic was a wonderful thing. This was because Wan Donglin could clearly see Huang Xiaojue’s hand reaching out to hold Yan Xixi’s, their fingers intertwined...

It wasn’t a dramatic scene at all, yet it appeared exceptionally affectionate, exceptionally tender. Especially the way Yan Xixi looked at Huang Xiaojue from the side—her gaze so gentle, so focused, her face beaming with a smile—She had never looked at me that way! 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He recalled the nearly two years they had spent together. There had been countless intimate moments, but she had never looked at me like that—not even once.

Even after she became pregnant, and I stayed home with her all day, she had never looked at me that way, much less with that kind of incredibly gentle smile.

And now, she was even putting in extra effort to knit a scarf—making a scarf for Huang Xiaojue with her own hands.

I had always thought she had no interests beyond studying and earning money, but here she was, actually finding the leisurely interest to knit a scarf.

Is it that when you love someone, anything you do for them becomes interesting? But if you don’t love someone, you won’t be moved no matter what they do for you?

He felt as if his whole body was ablaze, his anger flared, and he could no longer restrain himself. He turned and strode out.

"Third Master... Third Master, you mustn’t go out! Your condition..."

"My condition is fine."

The assistant chased after him. "Third Master, it’s so late. Where are you going?"

"I said it’s fine, so it’s fine. Stop nagging."

"Oh, so Third Master’s condition is really fine now?"

He stopped and stood in the hall, looking at the person who had just arrived.

Zhou Ting stood opposite him, a pleased surprise in her eyes. "Donglin, your complexion is much better! Are you really well now?"

He hadn’t expected her to arrive at this hour. He quickly composed himself and said coolly, "You’re here so late. Is it something urgent? Why didn’t you call ahead?"

She explained, "I was just passing by the area and thought of your condition, so I came in to see how you were. Donglin, are you about to head out for something?"

"Nothing particularly urgent."

Zhou Ting walked up to him and looked at him. "If it’s nothing urgent, could we talk?"

Tea was served, and the two sat facing each other. Zhou Ting got straight to the point. "Donglin, you must already know what happened with my family. My father’s illegitimate son from outside the marriage had a car accident. While we don’t feel any grief for him, he’s brought endless trouble to our family..."